Did I somehow spray myself with asshole attractant this morning? 
I covered a lunch break in electronics today. While there I was approached by a harpy who barked at me "Where are your Wiis?!"
I went over to the shelf to look and it turned out we had none left. "I'm sorry Ma'am, but it looks like we are sold out of Wiis at the moment"
"THEN WHERE'S THE COMPUTER YOU HAVE ON SALE!?"
"It's right over here, on this endcap." I took her over to it.
"WELL IF I DIDN'T SEE IT THEN I GUESS I'M BLIND! WHERE'S YOUR AD FOR THIS WEEK?!"
At this point I seriously contemplated handing her an ad and telling her "Well, here you go, but I must warn you it isn't in Braille," but that would have gotten me instantly shit-canned. I gave her an ad, she turned away, and then I helped somebody else.
While I was with this second customer, harpy played the role of peripheral hoverer, tapping her foot impatiently and casting cat-butt glances in my direction. Right after I finished with the second customer, she gave me a loud "AHEM!"
"What can I do for you ma'am?" (being much more courteous than she deserved)
"Since you don't seem to have any computers in stock AGAIN, I'd like to buy the display."
I explain to her that we are unable to sell displays until the item goes on clearance and the display is the last one left in stock. I offered her a raincheck.
"CAN'T YOU JUST TAKE DOWN MY NAME AND NUMBER AND CALL ME WHEN MORE COME IN?!""
Um, bitch, that is basically what a raincheck is--taking down your name and number and calling you when the item comes in again. I again offered her the raincheck.
"WELL I GUESS YOU DON'T WANT ANY MONEY TODAY! I WAS READY TO SPEND AT LEAST A THOUSAND BUCKS TODAY! I HOPE YOU GO OUT OF BUSINESS!"
And the best part--she decided to complain about me to the service desk. This is a boatload of fail because that's like complaining to a stockboy. At best they'll pretend to commiserate with you, but they can't do anything for you, and they won't do anything for you. They won't even relay your complaint to management.
I swear, they must put Rudey-poo juice in the water or something around here.

I covered a lunch break in electronics today. While there I was approached by a harpy who barked at me "Where are your Wiis?!"
I went over to the shelf to look and it turned out we had none left. "I'm sorry Ma'am, but it looks like we are sold out of Wiis at the moment"
"THEN WHERE'S THE COMPUTER YOU HAVE ON SALE!?"
"It's right over here, on this endcap." I took her over to it.
"WELL IF I DIDN'T SEE IT THEN I GUESS I'M BLIND! WHERE'S YOUR AD FOR THIS WEEK?!"
At this point I seriously contemplated handing her an ad and telling her "Well, here you go, but I must warn you it isn't in Braille," but that would have gotten me instantly shit-canned. I gave her an ad, she turned away, and then I helped somebody else.
While I was with this second customer, harpy played the role of peripheral hoverer, tapping her foot impatiently and casting cat-butt glances in my direction. Right after I finished with the second customer, she gave me a loud "AHEM!"
"What can I do for you ma'am?" (being much more courteous than she deserved)
"Since you don't seem to have any computers in stock AGAIN, I'd like to buy the display."
I explain to her that we are unable to sell displays until the item goes on clearance and the display is the last one left in stock. I offered her a raincheck.
"CAN'T YOU JUST TAKE DOWN MY NAME AND NUMBER AND CALL ME WHEN MORE COME IN?!""
Um, bitch, that is basically what a raincheck is--taking down your name and number and calling you when the item comes in again. I again offered her the raincheck.
"WELL I GUESS YOU DON'T WANT ANY MONEY TODAY! I WAS READY TO SPEND AT LEAST A THOUSAND BUCKS TODAY! I HOPE YOU GO OUT OF BUSINESS!"
And the best part--she decided to complain about me to the service desk. This is a boatload of fail because that's like complaining to a stockboy. At best they'll pretend to commiserate with you, but they can't do anything for you, and they won't do anything for you. They won't even relay your complaint to management.
I swear, they must put Rudey-poo juice in the water or something around here.
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